aggravatedI’ve been set up on so many this-isn’t-a-blind-date-so-don’t-give-me-t
And to think, until this point I’ve never lost my sense of humor. ;)
I know she means well, I do, but really now. This is my life we are playing with and I’m not exactly sure I want to hitch my wagon to any particular person at the moment.
So just a fair warning: Should these journal entries suddenly cease, it is because I was pushed too far and simply imploded.
If there is anything simple about implosion anyway.
What brings this up now? I just sat through another train wreck with yet another of J---‘s (Mai’s husband) colleagues. An ophthalmologist, naturally, as birds of a feather flock together, who did not understand what I found so funny about his complement of my “most interesting eyes.”
Some people just can’t appreciate irony. :)
And I just can’t appreciate some people. Yes, I will be thoroughly chewed out over this, and no, I can’t seem to make myself care.
After the last fiasco I told Mai never to fear, that I would soon reach that magical age where my mother’s patience finally wears out and I am introduced to one of my father’s business associates. Six months later we would marry and three or so years later, I’d get around to asking him if he had a middle name.
She burst into tears.
She really should have been an actress.
Is it really so terribly wrong to prefer your own company?
Besides, I was only teasing.
The engagement would be 3 months, tops. :p
